The Flovver of Fame Containing the bright Renowne, & moste fortunate raigne of King Henry the viii. Wherein is mentioned of matters, by the rest of our Chronographers ouerpassed. Compyled by Ulpian Fulwell. Hereunto is annexed (by the Author) a short treatice of iii. noble and vertuous Queenes. And a discourse of the worthie seruice that was done at Hadington in Scotlande, the seconde yere of the raigne of King Edward the sixt |
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The Lamentation of king Iames, Sonne vnto king Iames before mentioned.
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The Lamentation of king Iames, Sonne vnto king Iames before mentioned.
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hard mishap haue I among the rest,
Whose froward fate vntimely deth hath wrought
while youthfull yeres did harbour in my brest,
My wretched corpes to lodge in claye is brought.
By haples chaunce contrary to my thought.
But who is sooner trapte by witched wyle,
Then he whose harte is free from craftie guyle.
Whose froward fate vntimely deth hath wrought
while youthfull yeres did harbour in my brest,
My wretched corpes to lodge in claye is brought.
By haples chaunce contrary to my thought.
But who is sooner trapte by witched wyle,
Then he whose harte is free from craftie guyle.
Shall I exclayme on fortunes frowarde face,
Or on the wombe that life to mee fyrst gaue:
Or on my Fathers facte whose foule deface
Hath caused mee this luckelesse lot to haue:
Would god my mothers wombe had ben my graue
Or els the Ayre that yelded mee fyrst breath,
With sodayne dampe had rendred present death.
Or on the wombe that life to mee fyrst gaue:
Or on my Fathers facte whose foule deface
Hath caused mee this luckelesse lot to haue:
Would god my mothers wombe had ben my graue
Or els the Ayre that yelded mee fyrst breath,
With sodayne dampe had rendred present death.
Woulde God my Fathers facte had beene vndon,
When he made vow a faythfull leage to holde:
Or els I woulde I had not beene his Sonne
But rather borne to pen the Sheepe in folde.
My Father in this poynt was far too bolde
Whereby he moude almighty GOD to spill
Him selfe and me his Sonne that thought no ill.
When he made vow a faythfull leage to holde:
Or els I woulde I had not beene his Sonne
But rather borne to pen the Sheepe in folde.
My Father in this poynt was far too bolde
Whereby he moude almighty GOD to spill
Him selfe and me his Sonne that thought no ill.
What may I deeme of this my Fathers deede,
Whereof I grounde the chiefe cause of my playnte
What stonie harte for pittie will not bleede,
To see how death this pageaunt doth depainte,
In floure of age, our liues so to attainte:
The Father and the Sonne sucessiuelie
The Realme eke plagde for one mans periurie.
Whereof I grounde the chiefe cause of my playnte
What stonie harte for pittie will not bleede,
To see how death this pageaunt doth depainte,
In floure of age, our liues so to attainte:
The Father and the Sonne sucessiuelie
The Realme eke plagde for one mans periurie.
I can not scuse his rage and hautie pride,
That forced mee my vnkle to offende,
Who courteousely my comming did abide,
In frendlie wise a time with ioye to spende.
I was constraynde my owne minde to vnbende
The Prelasie then bare so great a swaye,
That king and keiser must their mindes obaye.
That forced mee my vnkle to offende,
Who courteousely my comming did abide,
In frendlie wise a time with ioye to spende.
I was constraynde my owne minde to vnbende
The Prelasie then bare so great a swaye,
That king and keiser must their mindes obaye.
I was constraynde contrarye to my will,
Reuengement on the English Realme to take
And eke of Mars his lore to learne the skill
Where I lyke Phaeton my match did make,
My foes mee rulde, my frendes I did forsake.
Though I was king, another bare the sworde,
Whome I durst not offende in deede ne worde.
Reuengement on the English Realme to take
And eke of Mars his lore to learne the skill
Where I lyke Phaeton my match did make,
My foes mee rulde, my frendes I did forsake.
Though I was king, another bare the sworde,
Whome I durst not offende in deede ne worde.
I call for vengeaunce on thy wretched lyfe,
Thou Prelate proude that hast procurde my fall:
Thou were the cause and aucthor of the strife
I was thy Prince and yet I was thy thrall,
Take heede therefore by mee ye Princes all.
Where enuious subiects beares so great aswaye,
The Princes state is like for to decaye.
Thou Prelate proude that hast procurde my fall:
Thou were the cause and aucthor of the strife
I was thy Prince and yet I was thy thrall,
Take heede therefore by mee ye Princes all.
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The Princes state is like for to decaye.
Such men they are as fyrst do stier vp stryfe,
But they them selues of sauegarde will be sure:
Their deedes are scant, their words are very ryfe,
They rayse the broyle, the brunte they not endure,
Yet bloody warre they dayly do procure.
And prease foorth Princes to auenge their yre
Whyle they them selues with gredy minds aspire.
But they them selues of sauegarde will be sure:
Their deedes are scant, their words are very ryfe,
They rayse the broyle, the brunte they not endure,
Yet bloody warre they dayly do procure.
And prease foorth Princes to auenge their yre
Whyle they them selues with gredy minds aspire.
Lo by this meanes my fatall shrouding sheete,
Is now my weede no other robe haue I,
The graue is eke my Courte a Pallas meete:
Wherein my wretched corps for aye must lye.
Wo worth those subiectes that aspire so highe,
To rule the Prince whome they ought to obay,
Such subiectes rule hath purchast my decaye.
Is now my weede no other robe haue I,
The graue is eke my Courte a Pallas meete:
Wherein my wretched corps for aye must lye.
Wo worth those subiectes that aspire so highe,
To rule the Prince whome they ought to obay,
Such subiectes rule hath purchast my decaye.
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